From a Shipper's POV

1. Mile High Club

I woke up in my seat slightly disoriented. I’m in a plane to London and I’ve realized one thing. It is never a good decision to get wasted the night before your flight. Trust me. It’s like Thor’s hammer is repeatedly hitting your head. I didn’t regret it though because a success in your job deserves a celebration and if that means drinking like your life depends on it, then do it (that’s in my case). I’m not alcoholic, but when I drink, I really drink. So I have to bear the consequences of my actions.

“Frids, are you okay?” Alice, my friend from work asks me handing a bottle of water. She has been my buddy since I started working as a journalist and I can really say she’s one of my best friends.

“Thank you. I really need this. I think I need to throw up.”

“That’s what you get for drinking too much last night.” She sing songed.

“I know but we deserve a celebration after the success we had.” I reasoned.

She grins. “Well, you’re not wrong.”

We just finished filming our documentary film in LA and now we are heading to London to have a vacation. The good thing about this trip is that it’s all shouldered by our company.

Anyways, I think I really need to throw up. My stomach doesn’t feel so good and I wouldn’t risk throwing up when we’re already in the airport.
I hurriedly made my way to the loo. Dammit, someone must be using it right now because it’s locked. I really really need to throw up. Good thing there’s a sink outside. This will do.  I did my best to eliminate the “debris” inside my stomach. I wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my jumper. Oh, I forgot I’m wearing my “Meet Me in the Hallway” jumper. Jezz, I got it dirty. This is the thing I hate about having a hangover. When you throw up, your eyes do that bulging thing like it’s going to come out. I felt tears in my eyes as I throw up. Gosh, this is so terrible.

“Hey there, uhm are you alright?” a voice asked me from behind rubbing my back.

“I’m good. I’m good.” Wow, I need to thank this person.

I wash my face with water. It’s not a good first impression to face someone with vomit all over your face.

“I’m just having a really bad hangover.” I continued.

“That must be very terrible. I can relate to that” He (based on the tone, I think the owner’s a male. His voice is quite familiar tho.) said with a light tone.

“Yeah, it really is. And by the way, than---------“

I was about to face him but I am shocked. It’s like blood is drained from my whole face.

I can’t believe my eyes. I must be seeing blind. (Niall mah boiii)

I swear. Is this the effect of hangover?

I can’t believe this.

I am face to face with

Louis Tomlinson.

I repeat

Louis fucking Tomlinson.

“I-I-I… Thank you so much. I feel better now.” Shit. I look so stupid in front of him. I didn’t expect to have a face to face encounter with my teenage idol (until now actually).

“My pleasure. I’m Louis.” He said giving his hand for me to shake.

I wiped my hand. “I’m Friday. You know, the day after Thursday and I know who you are.”

That sound a little bit odd. But I can’t just fan girl in front of him. I’m twenty-two for goodness sake.

“Uhm, Nice meeting you but I really need to use the bathroom.”

“Uhmmm… actually, there’s uhhh….” he replied hesitantly.

“Lou babe, you alright there?” said a voice coming from a cubicle.

“Yeah yeah. Just having a talk with someone.”

When the owner of the voice came out, I almost fainted in my place. I am not exaggerating.

The only person who came out of the cubicle is no other than Harry Styles. He’s got this messy hair, the “freshly fucked” look and take note, he’s still buttoning his shirt. So this explains the red mark I just now noticed on Louis's neck. Hmmmm,  interesting. Harry stopped in his tracks when he saw me, looking hesitantly at Louis.

“Uhm, I think you already know what has happened between the two of us.” Louis said gesturing beytween him and Harry.

“Yeah yeah. I don’t really mind.”

Harry sighed deeply. “Thank God.”

“Look, I’m very okay with what you two were doing earlier. But I have a freaking hangover and really need to piss.” I hurriedly ran to the bathroom.

What the actual fuck did I just witness?! That was 2/4 (2/5 in my heart) of One Direction. I can’t believe that just happened. So, all of our “conspiracy theories” were real. This is so amazing. I thought my ship already sank. It is still sailing, thank heavens.

When I went back to my seat, Alice is already doing her make up. This girl, really.

“What took you so long? You’re almost gone for half an hour and you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Yeah. I’ve seen Two Ghosts.”

“You’re kidding me right?”

“I am. It’s just that I saw my ship. Oh my god. I just… I’ll tell you later when we land.”

A flight attendant walks toward me hand handed me a cup of coffee. “Someone wants to give this to you.”

“Okay, thanks but if you don’t mind, who asked you to give me this?” I asked taking a sip of the coffee. Hmm, it tastes really good, to be honest.

“It’s a secret, maam but he told me to give you this.” She handed me a folded piece of paper.

The note says

I hope this coffee will make you feel better.

L  xx

PS

H likes your Meet Me in the Hallway jumper.

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So that's it! I hope I did okay. I am very open for suggestions and constructive criticisms. Thank you so much.

-lfc x)